History Forgets Kindness

I can care for as long as the moment lastsBut then it fades like low lying morning cloudsThere is an exhaustion in total commitmentThat cloaks emotion in layers of shrouds

I wonder if God has the same attention span as I doThere was a burst of creativityWith swirling seas and gasesAnd streaks of light with no apparent source or longevity

There was a soul to be planted but first there was to be dark matterHe had no reference except his own visionSilently or not the canvas was splashed with layer upon layerUntil what remained was our eventual prison

And now we seek a personal relationship with the unseenThe randomness of life pervades our every decisionWe ask for a blessing even as we know our unworthinessBut in silence he watches as we reconcile a prayer to an outcome

History does not record instances of random kindness to a strangerEverything we know of others is from a speech or an accomplishmentThough God taught man to be forgiving and to love our neighborThe good among us live in anonymity and without public acknowledgement

Can truth survive when cloaked in pleasantries and a soft heart?Must comfort live for itself allowing another man to settle for less?Understanding is reserved only for those of similar dispositionWhile contrasting circumstance gives way to acts we later confess

Was the world created for our inspiration or for our shelter?For God gave both beauty and nourishment in the same seedBut did he do it for the glory of man or for the glory of himself?And do the creations of man serve his own ego or his own need?

A crowd of happy people or rustling leaves speak for themselvesTo describe them to you would not bring you the intimacy of the momentBut to tell you how it made me feel can bring you closer to meAnd once you understand what I felt then our bond becomes permanent

Describing the evolution of man can be done on a thousand pagesOr maybe just in the lifetime of a kind womanShe was born as a selfish baby who only thought about need But passed known only by strangers and a grateful husband

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